Ticket Machine Songtext
von Frankel

I′m not immune to the way you look
Bathed in Sunshine your nose in a book
This has to be why people seek
The simple pleasures of otdoor scenery
Certainly you'd be the brochure
There′s a painter that needs a muse To get tong-tied
To get confused
How many times each and every day
Do you see the back of an easel set your way?
Why don't you have yourself a ticket machine?